Atlantian

Becoming Atlantian [16] unedited

Chapter 16

The next day dawned with another reprieve in fighting between the Trojans and the Greeks though as Aubrey settled at the campfire beside the Myrmidons, she could sense the underlying tensions as the glanced up at the rolls of sands that hid their enemy from view. She knew from the way that their hands would often flinch towards their weapons that they were all on edge just waiting for an attack but the ceasefire between sides still remained – despite the fact that the red head was no longer dead.

Twirling a curl of her wild hair around her finger, the Atlantian was oblivious to the looks that she was receiving. The young woman was too involved in her own thoughts to notice such things. In fact, she didn’t even seem to notice that her skin was once more turning a similar shade of red as her hair as the blistering sun bore down on the fair beauty.

Her mind was consumed with thoughts, the main one being the cause of all her misery. She had her suspicions but until she was back in Atlantis there would be no proof. If I ever get back she thought to herself before startling upright when a grape bounced off of her forehead.

“Welcome back, my Lady of the Fire.” Patroklus chirped as he took a seat opposite her with a huge smile upon his face. Yet despite this cheeriness, there were dark circles under his eyes and stubble was forming across his chin making the boy look more aged than he ever had before.

“Couldn’t sleep?” The ex-librarian questioned softly as she took in his appearance.

“No, my fiery temptress. I have a lot on my mind as of late.”

Nodding her head in response, the petite woman offered him a weary smile before turning her attention on to the flames flickering before her and again had the inane urge to put her hand into the flames and see if she could heal from the burns that would undoubtedly coat her singed skin.

“Are you still going to run off and find this Tibet?” Patroklus  questioned startling the woman out of her less than pleasant thoughts.

“It’s Tiberius and yes, I will go and find him. He needs to know the truth about a certain murderous Atlantian that is determined to kill me.” 

Patroklus frowned.

“Atlantian… you don’t mean Atlantis do you? But that disappeared beneath the sea several decades ago. Well as far as word goes.”

“I had heard about that but Patroklus, it is best you forget I mentioned it at all. It would not do for you to linger on such thoughts. Okay?”

She didn’t give him an opportunity to respond. Instead her thoughts lingered on his words. Perhaps that was another way to get back, if I can’t find Tiberius that is she thought with her index finger tapping against her chin. But all too soon she was shaking her head and cursing herself for the thought.

Her eyes lifted from their steady gaze upon the sands and followed the men that were moving to an area of blood soaked sands further down the beach that was no doubt full of blood from every warrior and teeth that had been knocked out during spars. Aubrey chose not to linger, she disliked fighting almost as much as she disliked pain and thus did not want to watch the men train with each other. It may not have been battle but the men were almost as brutal with each other as they would be if they had come across an enemy.

The young Atlantian decided to do what she had resolved the night before and took the opportunity to leave camp while the testosterone filled brutes were distracted. Even Achilles was noticeably absent that morning due to his compliance with the red head’s supposed prophesies. Upon returning to bed the night before, she had found herself wandering back down the beach when sounds had filtered out of the tent flaps, ones that even in her innocence she knew how to recognise, all that sighing and groaning did not come from anything innocent.